The Misbegotten

[He can’t believe he’s brave enough to try this, especially after feeling so much doubt, but he does all the same. He sends a verbal command this time. “Full Immersion, please…”]

It was hot that day, a real sticky and muggy one too.

I remember, because I had taken off my shirt, wearing only some knee-length, cotton shorts and nothing else. Still, I was sweating. We were in my bedroom on the third floor of my parent’s house with all the windows open.

I was sixteen, a sophomore in high school, lifting weights like crazy, trying, with all my will, to put muscle my body. It wasn’t meant to be though. I didn’t have the necessary mass to work with in the first place. My efforts only made me smaller. I was rock hard and lean, so in the mirror I had all the proper cuts and definition of muscle. They just weren’t as big as I would’ve liked them.

I had shaved off all my hair on my head the year before. I had decided that was going to be my look for the rest of my high school career.

Katie, I recall, was rubbing my scalp, which was slippery from the thin layer of perspiration.

I remember I was looking into her eyes and got the impression I was falling into them. I had shaken myself free of them at the last possible moment, making her smirk. I ignored her and began looking over the rest of her face, thinking she was pretty. I knew in the back of my mind she would follow in the footsteps of her sister Caroline and her mother. Both were beautiful women, a pleasure to gaze upon.

She had her hair up in a bun, keeping it off her shoulders, because of the heat. I could see her sinuous neck as it glimmered with a similar sheen of perspiration reflected in the sunlight. My eyes trailed down to her collarbone, then to her blouse. Made of fine cotton, it opened enough to reveal the top of her bra and the upper swells of her breasts. She must’ve looked at my eyes then, because she tightened her grip on my head and made me peer back into hers.

“You like the view?” she asked in her seductive Katie voice.

It was the one that could tie me in knots in seconds. There was no immunity to that tone, especially with us being so much older now. Both of us were active in bed, so I couldn’t help but feel the full effect of her voice from the nape of my neck to the base of my nut sack. I shivered; an imperceptive motion.

“Sorry,” was all I managed at the time, feeling my throat constricting in embarrassment. Fuck, she had caught me ogling her tits!

She stared at me for a time, her eyes boring into mine.

I refused to look away; though I was a little nervous she might be mad at me.

Then, she let her wrist fall to my shoulder, though her hand was still touching my neck. I was sweaty there too, but she didn’t seem to care.

“So tell me more about the little whore you’ve been messaging about for the last few months. You’ve been boning her for what… like a year now?”

The question came so far in left field, I moved away from her, startled.

Her hand fell beside my hip to my bed where we both sat. Her smile curved at one end. She was enjoying making me squirm.

I laughed, self-conscious, although I unconsciously placed my hand atop hers. “What do you want to know?” I asked, hoping to throw the ball back in her court, not sure if I had.

“What she like? I mean, you’ve been fucking her on the side for the past year, hiding her from all your other girlfriends. I mean, if she’s worth all the effort, she’s gotta be good then, right? So, I want to know about her,” she explained. She intertwined her fingers in mine, moving our hands over the surface of the comforter covering my bed. We supported each other’s weight, while, at the same time, we moved closer together.

I fell into her eyes once more, trying to figure out where she was going with this. I hoped to divine an answer within, but failed.

I let my thoughts stray to Reyna Munoz, the girl who lived around the corner from my parents. Her mother and father had gone to school with my mother. This was the girl I’d been having sex with on and off for more than a year now.

In my mind, I reconstructed the sight of her. She was five-foot-five with long, dark brown hair, as straight as an arrow, cascading down to the top of her butt. Her shoulders, back and hips were narrow. In sharp contrast to her full breasts, giving one the impression she was top-heavy, unbalanced. She had a v-shaped face with prominent cheek bones as just sharp as her chin. Even from memory, she looked like she’d been carved out of marble. Her skin was so perfect, even its’ color was the right shade of brown. As flawless as it was, it wasn’t even her best feature, not by a long shot. It was her eyes that could stop a man in his tracks. They were the purest lime-green ever visited upon a person – crystalline, endless. I could almost see them now, elfin-large, captivating.

“I don’t know, Kat, she’s… uh… eager. I guess that’s the word I am looking for,” I explained somewhat lame.

“Eager?” began Katie. “What the fuck does that mean? Is she foaming at the mouth for it or what?”

That made me laugh out loud. “No!”

“Well, then what are you talking about?”

“Well shit, let me think, ok?” I demanded. I was uncertain if my descriptive ability could depict the girl I was seeing in my head with degree of accuracy.

“Ok, ok, sorry…,” she replied trailing off with an imploring look on her face. Her eyes were still delving deep into my own though.

“I don’t know. She kinda keeps us on the down-low, you know. She acts all secretive and shit. She doesn’t show anyone she’s a tiny bit interested in me, but when we’re together.” I paused to squeeze her hand to make sure she understood my point. “She goes like crazy. Like whatever she’s been suppressing, she’s letting out all at once. It makes her do some crazy shit.”

“Like what, she let you hit it doggy?” wondered Katie with a sly smile. She turned to the side, so she was looking at me from the corner of her eyes.

“Yeah,” had been my sheepish reply.

“Face down, ass up?”

I nodded.

“Does she swallow your shit?”

“Yup.”

“Hmmrph!” she sputtered as if she knew something I did not. Then, “Does she give up the ass too?”

I bounced with sly giggles. “Yeah.”

“She gives you anal?!?” she queried with a large slice of incredulity.

“Yeah, Kat, she likes it that way, that’s the only way I can cum inside her,” I conveyed with more vehemence than I wanted.

“God damn bitch is crazy… and in heat for you,” concluded Katie.

I just gave her a look of agreement.

She returned it with a curious cast to her face. “Why, though?” she asked after a time.

I pulled back with a frown. “Why what?”

“Why is she all gonzo for you, Eff? I mean you’ve told me before that she isn’t in love with you and you’re not with her. So, what’s the deal? Why does she keep coming back for more?” She looked me up and down as if she were taking stock of me.

This made me feel uncomfortable. I had known her for a long time. We had become close over the years, but in a more platonic way. I wasn’t used to her looking at me like a piece of meat fit for consumption.

“I don’t know!” I exclaimed too forceful, agitated. “I mean, I have always sort of liked her, even when we were little kids, when I first moved here. We used to play spin the bottle with her and some of my other friends. I liked her eyes. They shift from blue-green to green-blue, depending on her mood. I have always thought she was pretty,” I iterated. I was my hope it would make some semblance of an explanation she could comprehend.

She seemed to consider this for a time. But, the longer she thought about it, the more she began to shake her head from side to side. “No, Eff. There’s something more. I know it!” She mulled over the situation almost as though she was chewing on it. Then, “She doesn’t spend all that much time with you, right?”

I nodded.

“And you guys don’t talk on the phone all that much, right?”

She got another nod from me.

“And yet, every few days or so, when she has the time, she texts you that she wants to fuck you. Then you guys go at it.” It was a statement, but she framed it like a question. Her raised eyebrows conveyed comprehension.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” I said a bit confounded. I held my hand out to either side of me, palms up in supplication. I shrugged, nonchalant. “I don’t know what else to tell you. It is what it is, Kat.”

She stared at me for a long time.

I squirmed like an earthworm in the hot sun underneath her consideration.

Until, it seemed a new, whole different sort of thought had entered her mind. Her facial expression melted into a knowing one – one that confused me even more. She released my hand.

I hadn’t felt her grab it again.

She placed it back on my neck. Her wrist was once again resting upon my shoulder. She leaned in close and pulled me to her. Our foreheads were almost touching. “I don’t want you to freak out, ok?”

I nodded, unwilling to commit to anything, completely unsure of where she was going with this. My stomach tied itself in knots.

“Let me see it.”

It was so vague a question. It lacked description and specificity. I was immediately taken aback. “See what?” I asked through a creased brow.

“Come on, Eff. Don’t act lame. The girl is totally sprung on something. If it isn’t your face or your body that tells me it is something else. That’s why she keeps you in the closet, but keeps coming back. And I think I know what it is. Show it to me, ok?” she clarified. A smile grew on her face, despite her expression - determined, set.

I frowned at her, hoping she didn’t mean what I thought she meant. Then, at the same time, I was hoping it was exactly what she meant. I had to find out either way, right?

“You want me to show you my junk?”

She nodded, satisfied I’d finally understood, blinking her eyes with alacrity.

“But, Kat, don’t you think it’s… I don’t know… crossing a line we shouldn’t cross?” I asked. Regardless, I was still of two minds. There wasn’t much weight to my words. I know we’d been friends for many years and I didn’t want to tarnish our relationship in any way. At the same time though, another side of me, centered at the base of my manhood, wanted something more between us.

She stayed quite contemplating the situation. Then, “Think of it as a medical procedure. I am just your doctor checking for abnormalities with your ‘stuff’. How does that sound?” She used her index fingers to physically bracket the word “stuff”.

I mulled it over. I couldn’t find any fault in her logic, especially since my dick was about to burst out of my shorts already. This was no doubt clouding my reason. I couldn’t think past the urges surging through my privates back in those days.

“Ok,” I mumbled. At once, I tried to pull down my shorts, but they got stuck on the tip of my cock. I had to stand to pull the fabric free from the engorged head of my penis. I pulled down the only garment I was wearing to my knees.

My dick sprang free and bobbed for a bit in the hot summer air, free of constraint. It was harder now, since a beautiful, teenage girl was scrutinizing it with the eyes of a hawk. I pushed the blood toward it and made it swell even more, loving the sensation of feeling so solid, rock-like. I was still relishing the feeling, when out of nowhere…

…Katie grabbed it, halting its’ movement.

I glanced down at her in shock. I saw her lean in, so she could inspect it in greater detail.

My eyes just about popped out of my skull.

“Damn, Eff, your cock isn’t the longest I have ever seen, but fuck its thick like a tree trunk,” she said somewhat breathless. She squeezed me from the hilt, making a small dab of pre-cum bubble out of the slit. “Now, I know why she keeps you around.”

I never thought of my penis as having much girth. It did not substantial in any way to me. I figured that’s what most guys had swinging between their legs. My younger brother, Johan, dangled just about the same as I did. I had seen him many a time as we grew up through the years, so that sort of solidified my conclusions on the matter. “Why?” I asked, hoping to gain some feminine insight. Though, I sure did want for her to put her lips around my shaft. I wanted to cum like I had never cum before down her…

But I flung those thoughts aside, trying to clear my mind. My cock was aching for attention, so the effort needed to do so was gargantuan.

“You fill her, Eff, completely. She can feel you throughout her vagina. I bet she can orgasm on your shit with only the slightest of movement… Damn, what a thick cock!” she said. She began to lean even nearer toward the head.

I was not listening.

Why was she stroking it now?

I try as much as I can to remember what happened in the next second or two. Yet, I am never one hundred percent sure if she really did lick her lips and was about to take me in her mouth…

…Or if I have added that little tidbit to the memory over time out of pure wishful thinking.

What I do remember next was the yell of my step-sister, calling us to lunch. Her feet stomped loud upon the stairs leading up to my bedroom.

Katie released me at once.

I yanked up my shorts and stuffed my aching dick within as fast I could manage. I sat back down on the bed to hide my hard-on, searching for my t-shirt, which was on the other side of the bed. I had to stretch for it.

All the while, Katie had stood, walked over to the open door of my bedroom. She met my sister at the top of the stairs. She made as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, asking some mundane question I fail to recall at the moment.

My step-sister answered her. Then looked at me expressionless and said we should all go down to the dining room and eat. There was a breath or two of a hardening about her eyes, but she did nothing more than that.

I think she knew. I think, with instinct alone, she knew she had walked in on something. Only she had no clue what it might’ve been. If she had known, she never would have let Katie see the end of it. For some funny reason, she was very protective of her step-brothers – both of us.